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The Celestial Inquisitor
Chapter 16: Balmorran Arms Factory
– Vette –
Since Taunt's betrayal, she'd been tasked with training her friend. Sarik had made it clear that Taunt was on her last chance, and even a single refusal to obey would lead to her death and Vette's punishment for failing.
Leaning back, she let out a moan as Taunt obediently ate her out. She had learnt quickly, despite her earlier stubbornness. Taunt was not happy, but after her latest session with the whip, she was not eager to earn a repeat.
She'd also been tasked with training Leontyne, and the arrogant senator had found herself on the wrong end of Vette's whip or knife several times. As her final regular duty, she fed the other slaves, including giving the Jedi her special diet of Warpstone-seasoned food. The Jedi had refused to eat at first, but it didn't last long. The bitch had tried to mind-trick her, but her master's power had protected her.
As Sarik arrived, she gave her master a small smile as his eyes moved over her body and to the naked Taunt between her legs.
"H-hey, master," Vette greeted, making him chuckle as she pulled Taunt's head out from between her thighs. "Here for a round with Taunt?"
Taunt stood, hands behind her back as she had been trained, leaving her body on display.
"W-welcome back, master," Taunt said quietly, not making eye contact. She wasn't permitted to wear clothes anymore, not even slave clothes. She needed to earn that privilege back. Why couldn't Taunt have just done the smart thing?
"She'd be happy to make up for her stupidity, wouldn't you, Taunt," Vette asked, her tone dropping to a threatening growl at the end as Taunt nodded rapidly. "Or are you hoping for a bit of blue?"
"Mhmm, tempting, but not right now," Sarik said easily. "You have rapidly progressed through your training, Vette. I am genuinely proud of you. As such, I have an assignment for you. If you succeed, today will be your final day as a slave. Consider this your final test. This is not the end of your training, as the pursuit for true mastery of one's craft never ends, but if you can do this, you will have won my trust and your freedom," Sarik explained, making her eyes widen. "Jansa has messaged me. She has purchased your sister and is on her way to Tatooine to collect your mother. Your freedom will be their freedom. Succeed, and they will be freed as well, employed as servants, with wages and free time, instead of being my slaves."
Vette stared at him in shock, and she could feel Taunt's shock and disbelief. Was it finally setting in that Vette really did have a plan? The dumb bitch, if Taunt had just trusted her, then Taunt may have been freed as well.
"I won't let you down, Master," Vette swore, chest pushed out in pride at his faith in her. "What do I need to do?"
"Get dressed; you're attending the strategic meeting with me," Sarik ordered, and as she went to grab her clothes, she paused.
"We don't have time for even a quick round?" Vette asked, making Sarik pause before he grinned, a push from the Force knocking her back onto the bed. He parted his robes, undoing his belt as she grinned, legs spreading wide.
– Sarik – Later –
As we finalise the plans, I can sense Vette's fear. It's understandable, she'll be going into a Resistance stronghold alone.
100cp granted, 100cp total.
Elara Dorne has unknowingly assisted with our plans. I have marked her with the Mark of Tzeentch, and while she has said nothing during her imprisonment, I have been delving into her mind. Her knowledge of Republic codes and tactics is impressive, and now it has been shared with Vette. Cheketta may be 'rogue', but he is also a former Grand Marshal of the Republic. His entire life has been dedicated to the Republic Military, and his training is deeply ingrained. Elara has never even seen another person since her capture, having spent her entire time in captivity bound and blindfolded, nor has she been questioned… but she's been feeding us intel without ever realising it.
My rats have infiltrated the factory and are mapping it out, but I can't use them as the anchor to summon Floats. I need one of my marked followers for that.
"M-master, can I make a suggestion?" Vette asks, getting my attention.
"Of course," I say, making her take a deep breath.
"They're expecting President Galthe to be a tortured mess. I might be able to take his face, but if their medics look at me… I'm too healthy. You should electrocute me, heavily, before you send me in," Vette suggests, clearly not thrilled by the prospect as I raise an eyebrow at her words.
Lachris herself looks impressed.
"You realise that this is going to be far worse than the little sparks I use in bed, don't you?" I ask, and she nods.
"I do, master," Vette agrees, head held high. "I'd rather deal with some pain now than risk them noticing that 'Galthe' is too healthy. It's not worth the risk."
"So be it. Your loyalty is appreciated, Vette, and will be rewarded," I promise, stroking her cheek. "I will be with you, in spirit form. Your task is paramount, as the Imperial forces will be ready to invade once you get Floats to the security room."
"I won't fail you," Vette swears, placing the wedding ring on her finger and the mask on her face. Instantly, the President of Balmorra stands before us. "If I never take the mask off, we can frame this guy for betraying Balmorra, right?"
"Indeed. How delicious their grief will be," Lachris agrees. "I will be the one to torture Vette. Your Force Lightning is mutated by the Warp. It has a different feeling to it."
"A good point. They've seen the effects of Force Lightning before, but Warp Lightning is a different beast entirely," I admit. "Vette, I will use my connection to your mind to try and prevent your mind from breaking, but there is a limit to what I can do. You are strong. You can handle this."
"I can. I will," Vette swears, as I send her my memories of my own experiences with Force Lightning to help her prepare. "I'm ready, Darth Lachris."
Lachris doesn't hesitate, lightning blasting from her fingers and striking Vette, who lets out a masculine scream in her changed voice, falling to the floor as she convulses. I try to mute the pain as best I can, but I wasn't lying. This is a test of her own willpower.
Vette doesn't ask for a break, and she doesn't beg Lachris to stop as she endures the torrent of lightning. As Lachris comes to a stop minutes later, Vette pants, but her mind holds together. I've seen weaker slaves break at the hands of weaker Sith. Lachris is powerful in the Force. Her lightning is potent. Vette rises on shaky legs, and Darth Lachris is clearly as impressed as I am..
"You really do have an eye for talent, Sarik," Lachris admits, giving Vette a respectful nod. "I've leaked the 'location' of their beloved president and that I plan to have him moved to Sobrik for his public execution after making him officially sign over Balmorra to me."
Then they will move to 'rescue' him soon.
"Vette, you can do this. I can sense your doubts, your nerves, but you are ready for this. I do not throw assets away on impossible missions," I say, making her nod, still shaking slightly. "I will be following through our bond, and I will guide you to victory. Trust in your training, and trust in me, and you will not falter."
"It will be done, Master," Vette promises.
"Khem, when the defences fall, you will be leading the assault. This will be a glorious slaughter. Enjoy yourself," I say, making the killing machine chuckle darkly. "Kory, you are with me. While I guide Vette, my body will be defenceless. I am trusting you to guard it."
"I'll protect you with my life, Master," Kory swears with a beaming smile at my trust in her.
"Zash… do whatever you want," I say with a shrug, making her chuckle.
It is time for the Balmorran Resistance to be crushed forever.
– Tai Cordan –
As the retrieval team returned, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Things were worse than he'd expected on Balmorra. Finding out that his home was the testing grounds for new Sith plagues had been hard, but thankfully… he'd brought just the person to aid them.
Nyni Vell, the Barsen'thor, gave a nod as she ended her examination of President Galthe.
"He does not carry a plague. The Sith have done terrible damage to his body, but this is the more… conventional form of torture," Nyni said with a tired sigh, running a hand through her long white hair. The green-skinned Mirialan was clearly exhausted, but then she was the only healer in a place wracked with Sith Plagues. Her Force healing techniques were able to ward off the worst of the plagues, but it had kept her incredibly busy since they had arrived here.
She hadn't even been able to join the rescue mission for President Galthe, even if she'd sent Qywen and Tharan to assist in her place. Even Grand Marshal Cheketta had agreed that President Galthe was simply not worth risking the Barsen'thor when she was their only defence against the Sith plagues.
"Thank the Force you're safe, Retheus," Tai said, embracing his old friend as Retheus struggled to stand.
"Thank you, Tai, you and the Resistance," Retheus said, his voice rough and tired. His entire body shook from the effort of just moving, but Nyni had explained that it was common for people who had been under the effects of Force Lightning to have tremors for days. "Lachris boasted about crushing the Resistance in Bugtown, and I feared the worst."
"The Sith hit us hard, but we're not done yet," Tai admitted, giving his friend a gentle pat.
"Balmorra isn't done yet, no matter what Lachris says," Retheus agreed, almost collapsing as Tai caught him. "I'm sorry, my friend. I don't think I'm going to be of any help. I can still feel her lightning, even now."
"Get some rest, Retheus. You're safe here. We've turned this place into a fortress, and Balmorra isn't out of allies just yet," Tai swore, taking solace in this one victory.
"All forces, we have Imps inbound. Looks like they took our rescue mission poorly," Cheketta said over the speakers.
"They can't expect to get through our defences, surely?" Tai asked, looking to Nyni, who focused and closed her eyes.
"I don't know. The Force is silent, but the Sith have never taken defeat well. Lachris must be enraged; she hoped to make an example of the President," Nyni said. "This could be another attempt at spreading their plagues as they did at Farnel Outpost. I should be at the front. Maybe I can find out more about this mystery Sith that Lachris has assisting in her efforts."
– Sarik –
Never before have I been more glad that my powers hide me from the Force as I look upon the beautiful Mirialan Jedi. She is blazing in the Force in a way I have not seen before since the likes of Darth Marr.
She doesn't have his sheer presence, but her Force sensitivity must be off the charts. As she leaves to help defend against our attack, I let out a sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding. The Skaven in me says to run-flee from the scary Jedi, but the Sith in me wants to see her broken before me.
Tai Cordan helps poor Retheus deeper into the Arms Factory, and I take a chance as I reach out and muddle his mind slightly, making him change his final destination to somewhere closer to the security room.
Vette plays her role flawlessly, nothing more than a crippled old man who can't even walk without someone aiding her. Lachris showed no mercy, and the effects of Force Lightning are clear to see on 'his' body.
As they reach the room, Tai doesn't see the attack coming. With ruthless efficiency, Vette drops the disguise for just a moment. The disguise can hide equipment, and while Retheus is unarmed, Vette has her dagger.
Tai dies as a dagger stabs into his heart, her hand muffling his mouth. She lays him down in the bed, facing away as she covers him with the sheets, taking on Retheus' form again as her weapon vanishes once more.
Honestly, this is almost unfair for the Resistance. Vette has my Hashashin training, and I can scout for her and mentally direct her to avoid patrols as we make our way deeper toward our target.
– Tharan Cedrax –
As the Empire launched a futile attack, he worked his magic on the Arms Factory's defence network.
This was why he loathed the Empire; they were so quick to throw away resources on a useless endeavour. Lachris was throwing a temper tantrum, and so the Imperial Military was forced to launch a suicidal assault on an impregnable fortress.
Turrets tore apart the frontline troops, their droids engaging the Imperial forces with ruthless efficiency. Of course they did. He had improved on their frankly primitive programming, after all. The doors opening made him roll his eyes as he turned to once again tell the Resistance 'techs' that they were not needed.
"Hm, aren't you supposed to be resting, Retheus? We did just pull you from your deathbed, after all," Tharan asked, eyes narrowed slightly as his hand wandered towards his blaster.
The door shut behind Retheus, and the doddering old man rose to his full height.
"Ah, I take it we've been played for fools?" Tharan asked with a sigh. "All that work rescuing you, and for what?"
As he went to draw his blaster, something powerful crashed into his mind. He felt another presence pushing down on his considerable intellect, and Retheus walked past him to the terminal.
Tharan shuddered, feeling something, someone, enter his body.
"Master, what do I do now?" Retheus asked, his tone submissive. Tharan watched as a strange alien appeared next to Retheus, moving to the terminal.
"Tharan, honey, this thing is trying to hack the defence network!" Holiday warned him as the presence pulled back. Retheus took away his blaster with a cold expression.
"I'm afraid you're out of luck if you hoped to disable my defences," Tharan said, rising with a frown as Retheus turned to him. "Holiday is more than capable of-"
"T-Tharan! It- it's doing something to me," Holiday shouted, his eyes widening as he looked to the terminal. Dozens of tentacles worked as the bizarre gasbag of an alien worked, and Holiday's hologram flickered. "N-no! Stop it! Get away from that!"
"Doctor Tharan Cedrax, genius exo-technologist and designer of Shadow Town prison. My master knows of you," Retheus said, making him blink as he looked toward the alien.
"What are you doing to Holiday?!" Tharan demanded, making the strange being trill excitedly even as Holiday screamed.
"Thar- Noooo! Don't- Tharan, help! It's changing my programming. It's changing me!" Holiday cried, her hologram becoming increasingly unstable.
"Floats, is everything going okay?" Retheus asked, making the alien trill happily. "Good, we can't afford any surprises at this stage."
Tharan rushed forward, toward the creature, but Retheus moved in his way, grabbing him and flipping him over the old mans shoulder and smashing him into the hard ground.
"Thanks for dismissing the rest of the resistance techs, Doctor. Now, no sudden movements. My master would prefer you alive," Retheus, or whoever was wearing his face, said with a cold sneer.
Holiday's hologram blinked out for a few seconds, but after a moment, she returned.
"Holiday? Are you okay?" Tharan asked, even with a blaster to his head.
"Oh, I'm just perfect, Doctor Cedrex!" Holiday said, her tone both bubbly and somehow… malicious. "Disabling all doors and reassigning IFF signals! I wouldn't want to be a resistance fighter right now!"
His blood ran cold as Holiday's outfit shifted to a sluttier version of an Imperial uniform, giving Retheus a salute.
"I do hope Master Sarik is pleased. I want to make a good impression on him!" Holiday cheered, making Floats trill soothingly, tentacles wiggling enthusiastically.
"Doctor Cedrex, I'd suggest you play nice. Master has been very clear that you are extremely expendable," 'Retheus' said bluntly, and Tharan cursed himself. They'd brought an infiltrator right into their fortress. He'd known they should have ignored Cordan's request to save some senile old President.
"Don't worry, Tharan is a coward at heart! He loves himself too much to risk his own life!" Holiday explained cheerfully, as Tharan stared at the infiltrator and Floats in disbelief and horror.
– Khem Val –
The Little Sith was too fond of his schemes and plots. Khem would have preferred to just kick down the door and slaughter all those who opposed them, but the Sith's schemes had their benefits.
The resistance troops were not so confident when their defences were turned on them. This was the price they paid for relying on weak technology to protect themselves. Squishy, weak, lesser species died in the dozens as he massacred his way through the base,
The Jedi had run back inside, so he pursued. He knew the look on her face; she sensed something.
Khem paused, spotting a less pathetic enemy in front of him as the large Trandoshan drew his blade.
"Scorekeeper, guide me," the Trandoshan said, making Khem scoff. So the lizards still followed their strange religion. "You will be worth many points, Dashade."
"You won't be the first to try hunting me," Khem rumbled in Ancient Sith, amused to realise the creature couldn't understand the elegant tongue.
So be it.
Drawing his war blade, he charged the hulking Trandoshan with a savage smile, teeth coated in the gore of his many meals. The Trandoshan was big, for his kind, but Khem was big for a Dashade.
As their blades clashed, it was the Trandoshan that was forced back, pushed down onto one knee by the sheer power behind Khem's blow. The lizard was smart, turning the downward movement into a roll, slashing at Khem's leg and drawing first blood.
From their brief fight, the lizard had learnt that he was the weaker of the pair as they clashed again. The Trandoshan hunter avoided direct clashes, knowing his strength would not be enough to overcome Khem's own might.
Khem got second blood, catching the lizard with a powerful kick. Even to the armoured stomach, it forced the lizard back against the wall, and Khem's blade followed quickly, carving through the armour and cutting into the Trandoshan's scaly chest.
As they fought, the outcome was clear to them both as the lizard took more and more hits. The hunter was old, his scales dulled with age. His strength had been claimed by time. Khem, for his age, was in his prime and always would be. His masters, Tulak Hord and Sarik both, had ensured that with the runes they had placed on his body.
For all the skill the hunter possessed, his body had failed him as Khem landed a devastating blow, cleaving into the Trandoshan's shoulder as his opponent moved too slowly to avoid it.
"Your name?" Khem rumbled in Common, despite his distaste for the language. His facial structure made the words garbled, but it was enough for the hunter to understand.
"Qyzen Fess," Qyzen answered, making Khem nod.
"You fight well. I will not capture you," Khem swore, and Qyzen hesitated before he nodded, and the fight reignited. He was going to take this one to his master, but being captured was the worst fate for one who followed the Scorekeeper. It erased all the points they had gained from their hunts, making the hunter worthless in the eyes of their God.
Resistance fighters took advantage of Khem's distraction. Several blaster bolts struck his body as he focused on Qyzen, his thick hide gaining burn marks from the blasts, but he brought his blade down at Qyzen over and over again, chipping away at Qyzen's weapon with each strike.
Qyzen could have used the chance to flee, but the lizard remained despite being outmatched. Qyzen made a desperate attack, stabbing the broken blade into Khem's side, but Khem didn't even flinch as he grabbed Qyzen by the throat and lifted him off the ground.
"You fought well," Khem said, giving the Trandoshan his respect before he squeezed until he heard a crack, the neck twisting at an unnatural angle. Dropping the body, he cleaved the head clean off the body and picked it up, still ignoring the blasters as he attached the severed head to his belt.
Then, he turned to the resistance fighters, who froze as he let out a bloodthirsty roar, pulling the broken blade from his side and putting his own war blade away. Charging the fools, he took pride in their screams as he massacred them to the last with Qyzen's blade. At least he got one good fight out of this.
– Sarik –
With Vette already in, Kory and I could use her as a beacon for our teleportation. I sent Floats away. The battlefield is no place for him. Vette has made sure that she was seen letting the Imperials in, and this place really is a slaughterhouse now.
They were so confident in their defences they had no plans for what would happen if they lost them. Most of the resistance probably died in those first few minutes of sheer confusion as the droids turned on their masters. Floats deserves a reward for his trick with 'Holiday', turning the artificial intelligence against her master.
Dashing forward, I smirk as the Republic troops fail to even come close to hitting me. [Feet of Air] is the equivalent of having Force Speed active at all times, so how fast must I seem now that I'm using both?
[Feet of Air] is my baseline now, but when I use Force Speed, I become a true whirlwind of death. Cheketta had Jedi on his side.
Had. Without their precious battle precognition to save them, they found my blade to be too fast to counter; the leader lost his head before they even realised I had arrived. His padawan cried as Kory teleported behind him and stabbed him through the heart.
Kory giggles to herself as she engulfs some of the defenders in Warp flames. She's become quite the little pyromaniac.
Stopping my dance of destruction, I easily deflect the blaster bolts headed my way, all toward Cheketta who dives for cover. In the lull, I send forth another mist toward some more defenders and cackle as they die, spewing blood from both ends.
"W-wait!" Cheketta finally says, hands raised as I come to a stop. "You win, damn it. You're damn hard to kill, you know that?"
"I'm a Sith. If I wasn't, I'd be dead already," I reply with a smirk, lightsaber still ignited. "You've had a good run, Cheketta, but your little insurrection ends here."
"Stop the slaughter. I'll tell my men to stand down," Cheketta says, clutching his side. He put up a good fight, but he's a general, not a foot soldier. Age has taken away his battle prowess.
"And why would I do that? In case you haven't realised, we've won, Grand Marshal. Your head will make a fine prize for Darth Lachris; it's a courting gift. Sith women can be so hard to please," I taunt, making him snort.
"Because I know how much the Empire wants to expose the Republic's… involvement on Balmorra. Publicly," Cheketta bargains, making me pause. "Stop the massacre, and I'll confess the truth myself."
He means it, which makes me pause as I signal to the turrets and droids to stop firing.
"Dead Jedi, republic transports and supplies, and a decorated war hero. I think I have all the evidence I need," I counter, but he just chuckles, clearly in pain.
"They'd never believe it from the mouth of a Sith. I led my men here; let us get herded into a trap. You said it yourself. I'm a decorated war hero. The Galaxy wouldn't believe you, but they would believe me," Cheketta counters again, making me nod in acknowledgement. "Take my men as prisoners of war and treat them fairly. Let the non-combatants leave. There's more than just resistance fighters holding out in this place, countless were taking refuge from the Empire. Do that, and I'll confess the truth and tell everyone that we violated the treaty."
He sounds tired, but I can tell he speaks the truth.
"Don't give up hope just yet, Grand Marshal," a soft voice says, making me turn.
"Barsen'thor, I presume?" I ask, watching as the Jedi approaches me with a soft expression. Her eyes linger on the battlefield, the bodies and chaos around. She might just be the most beautiful woman I've seen yet, with long white hair and dark green skin. She has black face markings like most Mirialans and a very curvy body.
It's not just her physical prowess that gains my arousal, but her sheer presence in the Force. If most Jedi are candles, she's a bonfire.
"The Plaguemaster. I've seen your work," The Barsen'thor says, drawing her lightsaber. "I am Jedi Master Nyni Vell, the Barsen'thor if you're feeling fancy. Your attack has cost me some close friends today."
"I am Sarik, though I do like that title. The Trandoshan was an ally of yours? Khem was impressed with him. He fought and died well," I say, drawing my own weapon. Her face doesn't change, but her grip on her blade tightens slightly at my words. "Kory, leave us."
"But, master-" Kory starts, going silent as I speak into her mind. "As you wish."
"Interesting, you value her dearly. I cannot feel you in the Force, but you wear your emotions on your sleeve," Nyni says, and I simply smile.
"Kory has served me well. I would not reward such obedience with death. She's no match for you," I admit, only half-lying. "Shall we?"
"We don't have to fight, Sarik. Darth Lachris will simply use you and discard you when you are of no further use to her, you need not die for her cause," Nyni says, serene despite the chaos.
"Ha, save your platitudes for another, Jedi. This is not Lachris' cause, it's mine. I am the architect of this destruction. This planet is nothing more than a testing ground for my plagues. Watch carefully, Marshal. The fate of this pathetic rock is about to be decided," I say with a grand gesture, igniting my blade.
"So be it," Nyni agrees.
– Nadia Grell –
As the Rift Alliance hid within the ship, she listened to the sounds of chaos outside. They couldn't take off, not without the Empire gunning them down, so they were stuck praying that the Resistance won.
They had their guards, but the sounds of violence were getting closer, and she heard the blaster fire turn to screams as someone rapidly approached.
Entering the room, a red-haired human girl looked at the gathered Alliance members with a grin, blood splattered across her body and a lightsaber in her hand. This thing was no Jedi.
"Ooh, Master was right!" the girl cheered. "And there's even another Twi'lek! A yellow one at that, he'll be so pleased."
Alauni blinked at that, seeing the crazed look on the girl's face.
"Who are you? I am Senator Alauni of the Rift Alliance-" Alauni started.
"I'm Kory, Sith Apprentice. My Master is just fighting your precious Jedi friend, but he realised that she came back for something, someone. What is so special about you that the Barsen'thor left the frontlines to protect you?" Kory asked, her head tilted.
Nyni was fighting a Sith Lord?
"W-we are-" her father started, rising to his feet, but he was cut off as the Sith raised her hand, and her father was lifted into the air, clutching at his throat.
"Sorry, Sarik doesn't care about male prisoners, especially not fat, old ones," Kory said, smiling as her father choked, strangled by the Force alone.
"Get away from him!" Nadia shouted, and with her words came a wave of power that responded to her desperation, sending the Sith back into the wall.
Kory struck the wall, but instead of looking concerned, even as blood leaked from her nose, the Sith smiled.
"A Force-user! Ooh, you'll make such a good present for him," Kory said excitedly, her eyes seemingly glowing with a green, sickly light. "Once I've broken you, of course."
– Nyni Vell –
Sarik was fast, and she was faced with a terrifying prospect.
The Force was silent as they fought. Sure, it responded to her call as she caused the very room to shake, breaking the ground beneath his feet, but it didn't speak to her. He was… dead to the Force itself, a wrongness that sent a shudder through her body.
Her precognition said nothing as he attacked, and she was forced to rely on her skill alone to drive off his rabid attacks. It was jarring to realise how much she relied on her battle precognition only after it was taken away. It was as much a sense to her as sight or hearing, and losing it put her at a disadvantage.
A wave of Force pushed Sarik back as she sensed the Rift Alliance's terror, realising that the Apprentice had been sent after them. She had to act fast. Sarik didn't even hit the wall, disappearing in a puff of smoke and reappearing above her.
Despite her inability to sense him to the Force, she reacted fast to his plunging attack but as he landed she froze as she looked upon his stony face. It was all he needed, a second Sarik appearing behind her and catching her in the thigh with his blade as she barely avoided the attack.
"You have many tricks, Sarik. A shame you waste them fighting for the wrong side," Nyni said, making him laugh as he and the stony version of him moved in unison. She was trying to buy time, and they knew it.
They had both taken damage, but she could see his wounds healing as he smirked. What was he?
"You're the one fighting for a doomed faction, but don't worry… you'll serve the winning side before the day is through, Jedi," Sarik taunted. "What better sign of my power than having the Barsen'thor as my little Jedi cumdump?"
As he charged again, he engaged in a new tactic as he forced images into her mind. She saw herself in nothing but a golden chain, covered in semen, as she was paraded through the streets of Dromund Kaas.
The crude tactic made her hesitate for a hundredth of a second, but that was enough for Sarik to slice at her arm, his free hand unleashing a bolt of foul green lighting. The stony Sarik summoned a wooden staff, chanting words before it pointed the staff at her, and she gasped as a cloud of thousands of insects just… appeared, biting and stinging at her body.
She pushed them away with a burst of telekinetic energy, but Sarik was relentless in both his physical and mental assault. She saw herself bound in a stockade, felt Sarik take her from behind as he violated his slave, and at the same time, Sarik tossed his lightsaber at her, sending it soaring through the air.
She deflected it, spinning to block the lightning from the false Sarik, and she paid for it again. Sarik sent his blade back to her as he spoke those strange chittering words again, and she felt an aura of decay overcome her as she tried to use her healing techniques to force it away. It was not her body that decayed, but her robes, rotting and falling to pieces as they fell to the floor and left her nude.
It was not enough to distract her, even as her breasts bounced and ass jiggled crudely, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle. Sarik's techniques were alien to her, hidden from the Force, and he was just so damn fast.
She may be a Jedi Master, but she was a new one and worse still, she specialised in healing, not combat. The Force was strong with her, but it seemed to favour Sarik even more.
Sarik paused, a grin growing on his face.
"You've lost, Barsen'thor," Sarik finally said, making her pause as she reached out to the Force. She felt what he sensed: the capture of the Rift Alliance. Those she had been tasked with protecting had been captured by Sarik's apprentice. "Drop your Lightsaber, or I'll have Kory slaughter them all."
She hesitated, for barely a second.
"Kory, kill one at random."
Instantly, she felt a life be extinguished, Diab Duin's life coming to a swift end as 'Kory' cut him down, and she made her choice.
Her lightsaber hit the ground and was immediately pulled into Sarik's hand, vanishing into his robes.
"Kneel," Sarik demanded, watching her kneel and raise her hands in defeat. She had failed the Council, failed to live up to the heavy expectations they had placed upon her, and now Balmorra was lost.
– Sarik –
As a nude Barsen'thor and an armoured Cheketta kneel and surrender, I feel [Towards Zero] react. If I act now, I could cripple them both. I could destroy the Barsen'thor's very connection to the Force, should I choose to.
She is beaten.
But it feels almost wrong to dampen that powerful connection to the Force, even if I could certainly find a use for a woman of her beauty.
Feats Achieved: Kill Qyzen Fess (100cp), Capture Tharan Cedrex (100cp), Capture Nadia Grell (100cp), Destroy the Balmorran Resistance (200cp), Capture the Rift Alliance (200cp) Defeat the Barsen'thor (300cp). 1000cp granted. 1100cp total.
What a glorious day.
[Something Wicked This Way Comes] - 200cp, 900cp remaining.
The presence of a Bray-Shaman does more than drive the herds into religious ecstasy as they strive for their dominance of the Old World. Any man-filth, fey, or stunted hairball that stands against your horde will know despair in their hearts as they hear your guttural chanting and know that death is calling for them. Your preaching cries and spell incantations will drain the courage from a man's face and instil a sense of inevitability and despair into the very air with every word spewed past your fangs.
If purchased with Mouthpiece, the effect of both perks is spread - now against your foes, it affects not just Man but his environment. The colour will dim, the air will turn biting and chill to the bone, the forests and lands you have not yet conquered will become dark and foreboding, and Man's tamed beasts will be permanently on edge, spooked by your mere presence. Conversely, your allies will be invigorated and full of life, tame beasts chomping at the bit to run free, conquered lands aiding your journeys.
Instantly, it offers me the chance to buy the paired power, and I take it without question. Fear is a powerful weapon.
[Mouthpiece] - 100cp, 800cp remaining.
You speak the will of the Dark Gods, and the Horned Children listen and revel in your preachings of the Four Ruinous Powers. The chieftains, Wargor, and Beastlords, heed your wisdom with attentiveness, and none but other Bray-Shamans will challenge you or even seek you harm. This now extends outwards as a cloud of influence you spread amongst similar societies. The superstitious and overly religious will heed you, the rational leaders will listen, and the hateful will avoid for fear of divine retribution. But watch for those that threaten your faith - the worshippers of a heathen god will not be so easily swayed by your holy connections.
There we go. My words carry true power now, as they should.
[Mystic Eyes of Flame] - 400cp, 400cp remaining.
Your eyes have command over heat. At first, all you will be able to do is increase the heat of people and objects you look at, burning them and possibly even setting them aflame, but further training will allow you to manipulate heat more freely and with greater potency. Setting things on fire instantly or freezing them solid at a glance is something within a true master's ability.
Hmm. I like it, but I have to wonder. Could I find a way to give this power to Kory? She's excelled in her training, and she does love setting people on fire.
[Unbound] - 200cp, 200cp remaining.
All that immortality is not going to help you if you get soul-trapped. Sure, it's a rare spell in this time and age, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist (and Mannimarco and his cronies are still around). But thanks to this, you're now immune to all kinds of soul-related bullshit. Your soul is untouchable, and it cannot be trapped or manipulated in any way, shape or form, not even by godlike entities. You're welcome.
I'd rather have it and not need it.
[Beholder Chamber] - 100cp, 100cp remaining
A cylindrical chamber roughly two metres in diameter that you can stand in. When the chamber is closed, the user inside can see, hear and smell locations from far away. The chamber is mentally draining to use with longer distances, tiring the mind faster. Those who have had training or are capable of remote viewing on their own feel none of these limitations and thus have unlimited "reach".
After a moment, I summon this chamber into being and place it within my ship. It will be a useful tool going forward.
[Elven Boots] - 100cp, 0cp remaining.
These specially made boots muffle the sound their user makes, helping them move silently, start surprise attacks, or avoid enemies entirely.
Well, there's a gift for Vette to celebrate her newfound freedom. Well, 'freedom'.
– Kory –
Giggling to herself, she looked down at the bleeding but alive girl. She was a cutie, but she'd look even cuter when she was bouncing on Sarik's cock. Master was so proud of her, she could feel it through their bond, and she smiled at the captured weaklings.
Time for them to meet their master. Well, except for the ugly Sullustan since she'd cut him in half. She was fairly certain that one was male, but she couldn't really tell with Sullustans. Either way, as long as the cute girl and the Twi'lek were alive, her master would be pleased.
— Quest Section —
Should Sarik destroy the Barsen'thor's connection to the Force?
Yes.
No.
Should Sarik take Cheketta's offer.
Yes.
No.
Author's Note: Did I add the Barsen'thor exclusively as an excuse to steal Holiday? Maybe.
Yes.
Unapologetically, yes.
That's one of the player characters down, five to go. You have to take down the healer first, and while Barsen'thor is scary strong in the Force, they're primarily a healer and happen to be the first Jedi to have to deal with Sarik's bullshit invisibility to the Force.
Written: 27/12/2024
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